Submissions by BlkLyrycE

Will this be my last words, or my first of many?
My sense of reasoning has blinded me.
Numbed my tongue…covered it with letters and sentences.
Yet sense is nowhere to be found.
I prayed for answers to impossible questions.
Laid my doubts down like rags and towels under the summer sun.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of sanity yet still like always I was a little too late.
My head is still racing against time.
My flesh is still sensitive to love
And my legs and feet are still rushing towards better days as my body rests up against gravity and the...

(Something old...working on new things.)

I don’t want…I just need that no settled type of love.
That type of love where I cannot stand up straight
That type of love where I fall to my knees and gravel at the feet type of love.
Please don’t get it twisted I don’t require a master.
And a slave to their love is not what is written in the clouds or in my heart…or in my personal book of want’s but rather in my book of hell f*ck naw.
I want to wake up and jump out of bed type of love.
The type of love that makes you go into the kitchen and cook the type of things...

Another body has been laid, but whose was it?
Got too many people watchin me now so I guess I need to watch my back.
I should be ashamed, beaten and forgotten
Looked down upon as I am sent running down the road of tomorrow bare skinned and lanky.
But I am not…instead I’d rather throw my fist in the air and yell at the top of my lungs…
Your tears have been flowing for far too long.
Many have used your name in vain, cursed others with its pain.
Disregarded the fact that you and only you were the first to give life without any mortal being.
Lost and forgotten in...